Wheeling Gull Isle but it feels good to me

Oleander followed happily beside her like a puppy (though she had learned recently, puppies were not so obedient!) and they proceeded into cool darkness, shadows engulfing the both of them. Her companion commented on it immediately, and she giggled girlishly with a shake of her head, leading him deeper with a wave of her tail. All sound of the gulls and waves above faded, making room for peaceful quiet interrupted only by water dripping from rock formations. Huā motioned towards a hanging stalactite with her muzzle, eyes sparkling, curious if Oleander had ever seen such a thing.